As she walked, she returned to the far-far at the banquet where she was still singing and dancing. She looked at the king who was drinking and talking to her at a high place, and was wandering in her ears without traces of words, thinking about those scenes in her mind...
She could not imagine how his father and brothers reached out and drove him back into the water with sticks when he was pushed into the poisonous lake, and when he struggled to get ashore...
Did you start to hate yourself for your timidity, and did you start to kill yourself little by little from then on?
In front of me, I seemed to see the little Long Lilie always curled up in the middle of the night and cried. It seemed to see the little one growing up from an ignorant child, struggling desperately in the intrigue palace, and I felt countless.
The wounds that others cannot see are the only ones who lick the old wounds in their hearts that are ulcerated day and night
That man was obviously a flesh-and-blood man, but he was infected by the palace and was harmed by his own relatives. He only knew hatred and calculating for life, without pain or love
She knew the pain of being hurt by her close relatives and loved ones. She also came over it. Long Lilie was even more hurt than her. Seventeen was not her real family, but those people were flowing with Long Lilie.
A relative with the same blood...
What kind of incompleteness is this imperial path that is walking on their blood?
A scent of flowers blew into his nose. In the late summer, the hibiscus was blooming brightly, but it seemed so hurt at Eleventh. He couldn't help but whisper to him who had a strong smile on the other side: "Does it still hurt? Your heart?"
“Where did you go?”
The banquet has been held for a long time, and Wuhen is late, but Long Lilie just asked lightly, "It's not that he didn't see the woman who came with him."
Wuhen smiled without answering, sat with Hua Chi
"King Tianchi!"
Suddenly, a person stood up at the table under the table, which was the envoy of Xixia (Xixia, Northern Chu, Nanyue, Dongqi)
"Encourt, please say," Long Lilie responded and waved his hand to signal the singing and dancing below to pause.
"I, the people of Xixia, have always had something to say. If you annoy the king of Tianchi, Wang Wang, forgive the crime." The man bowed slightly and apologized first. "Tianchi's country is rich and the people are strong, and the resources are abundant, but for some reason, this time the dancer and singer's songwriter
There is nothing to be appreciated in the musical performance. I really don’t know if your country’s culture is only at this level or is our qualifications too low to fall into the eyes of King Tianchi?”